We were playing the Kissing Game.
I swoop in and kiss cheeks, they hurry to rub them away, exclaim “I wiped off your kisses!” and with exaggerated exasperation I try to get another,
through fits of giggles.
The best is Ashlyn, this one takes practice. They watch me try to sneak up and plant one on her, she leans away with horror masking her smile.
And the little ones erupt in cheers once I catch her.
I settle back into the drivers seat and realize I would like to be here.
As a kid,
in the backseat,
holding my eyes open from a day of swimming dare I fall asleep before we reach the ice cream parlor, laughing at my crazy mother as she attempts to show me just how much she loves me.
There are days, or every day, when I am critical of my parenting.
I’m too impatient, too tired, too quick to say no or yes. I haven’t cooked enough, played enough or read to them enough.
But right now, laughter and love bubbling through my minivan, I let myself admire my work.
I turn the key and promise to do this more often,
the swimming, the ice cream and the patting myself on the back for a job well done.
Okay, your turn. We are all too critical of ourselves. What is something you have done really well lately?
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